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Friday, 21 December 2012

End of the World Diary

Bearded Man's log. Earthdate, 0. In my End
of the World bunker, terrible silence overwhelms me. I dare not look
outside and see the means of the end for the hellfires may be too strong
and burn my flesh.

I fear my stockpile of beans and water
may not hold me through the worst of it. 10 year's supply, but already I
hunger. Is anyone else still alive, or was I just lucky? Is it luck
to be the only one left, alive but my sanity slowly dying by the day? Only time will tell.

It must still be dark outside, I dare not wonder what the light will
bring, for I cannot venture out to see it. Perhaps not all will be
lost, I have only hope and yet it may be my hope that betrays me to the
bitter ruin of madness.

Perhaps sleep will offer some relief
for now, but I expect only nightmares. When I close my eyes I see only
death and horror. Time passes, it is inevitable. Sooner or later the
truth will be manifest even down here and I will know my fate. If I am
still myself enough to see it...